She sighs and turns her head away, letting a moment of silence pass through us before she stands from the bed, still holding on to the blanket wrapped around her.
“The idea that I could get hurt in the end by letting myself feel loved,” she says and I want to reassure her that she has nothing to worry about. That I don’t plan to allow for us to have anend.
So I decide to stand, wrapping my arms around her waist as I hold her close to me.
“You know you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” I tell her.
“So you’ve said.” She flashes a faint smile as she looks up at me.
“It’s the truth. And you know that I’ve never in the history of ever stayed on the phone with a single person for as long as I have with you.”
“I can say the same thing,” she replies.
“You and I both know so much about each other in just a short period of time and it feels like the strongest connection I’ve ever had,” I say to her, hoping that she hears just how fucking important that means to me and how sincerely I feel about our situation.
“I feel the same way, Kyran.” She closes her eyes as she dips her head, but I don’t allow her to look away from me.
“When you look at me with those eyes and this smile,” I trace her bottom lip with my finger, “I feel like I could love you.”
Weslyn’s breath hitches and her eyes cloud with emotion.
I sit down on the bed and pull her with me. She holds the blanket to her chest with one hand while using the other to balance herself on my shoulder as I lift her up and onto my lap.
Weslyn straddles me and I hold her close with my hands pressed to her back.
“Whatever is happening between us, I’m not going to let it stop anytime soon. So that means there is no going backwards. When you leave to go back home, I’ll still text you every single day. I’ll still put in coffee orders for you to pick up before school and I’ll still pay for your snacks when we have FaceTime dates. Hell, I’ve even thought about paying for your fucking rent and buying you groceries when you need them so that you can stopworking at your awful job. And I’ll still watch your favorite vampire show with you and when we’ve watched all the episodes, we can start it all over or watch a new show together. And next time you get a free break, I’m going to put your ass on a plane and bring you back to me so that I can spend the entire time making you feel loved.”
Everything I say to her is pure fucking honesty, feelings and emotions that dig up just from looking at her and I know that this is the most raw and real I’ve ever felt.
“Kyran, I don’t know what to say.” A tear falls down her cheek and I use my thumb to catch it.
“I haven’t had many meaningful things in my life, Wes. I have a good job and a nice place to stay, sure. But I’ve had nothing to look forward to. Until you. I texted the wrong fucking number that day but your response was the right message. Meeting you has been the most meaningful thing to ever happen to me and I’ll be a damned fool to let that go.”
“I don’t want you to let me go,” she says as she presses her body further into me, dropping her hand from the blanket to wrap her arms around my neck.
I lean in to kiss her lips, letting this moment sink into the fabric of what makes us Weslyn and Kyran. Two strangers who found each other out of chance, and now she’s become one of the most important people in my life. I can’t imagine not having her around, even if she’ll be leaving soon. And as crazy as that sounds, it feels right.
We let go of the kiss and as she looks into my eyes, I press my hand to her cheek and lower my voice to a whisper, wanting my words to reach her heart.
“Then let me love you.”
29
Weslyn
Kyran lays me back down on the bed, tearing the blanket from my body. Everything he just said to me gives me the reassurance I needed. I don’t want to stop. But my need to pause and slow down was simply because I was unsure of what giving in would mean and I know that we have all the time in the world. I don't want to rush this. But Kyran promises to keep moving forward with me, giving me the courage to let things move naturally knowing that he’s got me.
I watch as he lowers his sweats and his briefs, admiring the hell out of his beautiful body. He gets back up on the bed but not before pulling a condom out of the drawer of his nightstand and pure excitement boils through me.
This feels so right, not a doubt in my mind.
I watch as he situates himself back over me, leaning down and kissing my forehead, my cheek, my lips, then he starts to trail his lips down my body. He presses soft closed mouth kisses over my skin, my breasts, my belly button and at the top of my pussy before climbing back up and positioning himself between my legs.
“I don’t know how the hell I’m going to be able to let you get back on a plane, Wes,” he tells me and I smile like a fucking fool. Because I’ve been thinking the same thing. Though, his promise to maintain everything we’ve been doing and more has me feeling rather confident that we’ll be able to pull this off and I'm willing to chance it if means getting to spend more time with him.
Kyran tears open the condom wrapper and I watch as he puts it on. Every movement is slow and intentional and intimate, letting the moment really thread us together and neither of us shy away from watching the other.
My body heats up knowing that this is our moment; the physical connection is already electrifying so this is only going to heighten things and I’m no longer afraid to let my emotions manifest. Whatever comes of this is what is meant to be, and I know that my heart and body and soul are safe with Kyran.
